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Draco never uses sheet music. Reading notes on the paper in front of him would make it too easy to watch the party from the corner of his eye. Instead, he watches his fingers as they move rapidly across the black and white, seemingly knowing where to go before his mind does. His eyes can hardly keep up. But he prefers it that way. Concentrating on the movements of his fingers makes him forget where he is and what is happening around him.
it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault
Harry prefers Draco doesn't play the piano at all. The sad and slightly manic look that appears in his eyes when his fingers touch the keys unsettle him. But he knows how bad things get when he takes the piano away from him, and so he lets him play for one hour a day,
then gently tells him it's time to stop.
Draco's hands tremble, but he doesn't stop playing. He can't stop playing. He doesn't remember the notes, but he won't look up, he can't look up, so he improvises. No one will notice. They are too occupied with...No. He watches his fingers as they dance, tapping the keys as they go.
it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault
Harry listens as the music Draco plays slowly becomes more frantic, but no less beautiful. It's his gift. But it's clear that his gift has become his curse.
The sound of the piano doesn't quite drown out the sounds of their screams. The screams penetrate Draco's ears, as the smell of blood penetrates his nose. The scent is too strong. Why is there so much blood?
it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault
"Draco." Harry takes Draco's hands in his, forcing him to stop playing. His eyes meet Harry's, but they're not fully connecting, as though he is slowly waking from a distant dream. "It's time to stop for now."
A gentle kiss warms Draco's lips.
it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my-
Harry.
"It's not your fault."
Draco's hands tremble, but he doesn't stop playing. He can't stop playing. He doesn't remember the notes, but he won't look up, he can't look up, so he improvises. No one will notice. They are too occupied with...No. He watches his fingers as they dance, tapping the keys as they go.
it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault
Harry listens as the music Draco plays slowly becomes more frantic, but no less beautiful. It's his gift. But it's clear that his gift has become his curse.
The sound of the piano doesn't quite drown out the sounds of their screams. The screams penetrate Draco's ears, as the smell of blood penetrates his nose. The scent is too strong. Why is there so much blood?
it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault
"Draco." Harry takes Draco's hands in his, forcing him to stop playing. His eyes meet Harry's, but they're not fully connecting, as though he is slowly waking from a distant dream. "It's time to stop for now."
it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my-
Harry.
"It's not your fault."
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Anonymous
Fri 21 Sep 2012 14:06
Sök på The piano av Vampira6 ^^ tyvärr är det här allt som finns av den
Anonymous
Fri 21 Sep 2012 20:20
I knoww D: hon skriver massa fina deprimerande grejer annars, så kolla hennes längre fanfics? ^^
Anonymous
Mon 14 May 2012 01:22
KÄRLEK :O
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